Thanks to our friend Pamm Taylor, we had Trevor’s hands and feet casted when he was three months old. We found them in one of our “memory” bins and all loved comparing the hand sizes. I couldn’t help but shed a little tear!
Then I stumbled across this little gem in Trevor’s school journal from Kindergarten. What a privilege it is to be these three boys’ mother, and I am thankful for the treasured relationship with each. (I’m praying we are always close friends…I promise often that I will be a rockin’ mother-in-law to their wives!! :) )
Another August, another year of school. This year we sent TWO off to school!
Our star first grader!
Our super preschooler!
Someone once said to me, “The hours seem so long, but the years go so fast”, and I couldn’t agree more. Mothering my three boys has been the most challenging, rewarding, draining, amazing, frustrating, heart filling job God has given me. It daily brings me back to my knees realizing I can only do it through God’s enabling (and my husband’s support). The minutes of the day at this season of life may be exhausting most days, but I strive to do it with joy and humility because before I know it, they will be gone.